"cracks"

Through the cracks I see the fragments

Of another world- it looks just like this.

You’re there and I’m there but something’s off.

We are not the same,

Ever so slightly the lighting has changed.

I see this world spinning;

I know what is true.

They tell me,

So I know what is true.

They show me,

So I know what is true.

They say “believe us,”

So I know what is true.

Through the cracks they look back at me,

Their eye sockets empty,

The mirror a doorway,

My skull is a pantry,

Tricked by rat poison 
disguised as nose candy.